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Bill Paxton in Aliens

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beseriouslywilde · 1 year

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Corporal Hicks being my favourite Alien character for two and a half minutes

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jeandejard3n · 26 days

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The Abyss: Alien Secret Base

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classichorrorblog · 2 months

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Aliens (1986)

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My mommy always said there were no monsters—no real ones—but there are. ALIENS (1986) dir. James Cameron

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Bill Paxton as William Hudson Aliens (1986) dir. James Cameron

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Aliens (1986) dir. James Cameron Poster art by Rory Kurtz

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Aliens behind the scenes

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We’re on an express elevator to hell, going down! ALIENS (1986) dir. James Cameron

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finemaleactors · 3 days

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Sigourney Weaver, Lance Henriksen and Bill Paxton in Aliens

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beseriouslywilde · 10 months

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A Consequence Of Tragedy

“Newt had liked the way the uniform looked, and the medal on his chest seemed to make up for the mess of marred skin on his face. He’d gotten a hundred handshakes from ambassadors and representatives from each branch, stationed on the nearby satellites and planets.”

Alien Quadrilogy, Aliens (1986)

Gen: Hicks & Ripley, Ripley & Newt, Newt & Hicks, Dwayne Hicks, Ellen Ripley, Rebecca “Newt” Jorden

(Angst, injury recovery, post-Aliens (1986), scars, trauma, found family, 888 words)

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The government had agreed to pay for his treatments, probably less out of care for his well being than a hope to keep him quiet.

It got him a purple heart out of the deal too, and at the ceremony he’d worn the pressed dress uniform he so rarely had any chance to make use of.

Newt had liked the way the uniform looked, and the medal on his chest seemed to make up for the mess of marred skin on his face. He’d gotten a hundred handshakes from ambassadors and representatives from each branch, stationed on the nearby satellites and planets.

They all wanted to hear the heroic story of Dwayne Hicks, the marine who made it out. Despite his inelegance in those kinds of situations, he stuck by, smiled when he was supposed to smile– despite the tightness in his lip and cheek– and had told it as it was.

He brought up all of their names at some point, each one he’d served with and had seen die, or get pulled away into the depths of the colony.

To the higher-ups, it may have seemed like the ramblings of a damaged man, but they had listened as long as he’d spoken.

A few weeks later he was promoted, taken out of the field as an NCO to be stationed on a local moon base. Wasn’t ideal, but it was stable enough, it gave him time to recover, and a reasonable place for Ripley and Newt to settle down and get their bearings.

They got a flat on the base, three bedroom, two bath, state of the art as far as he was concerned.

Showers were hard with the recovering mobility in his scarred shoulder, but a bath released the pressure in his neck and back better than anything else.

Hicks woke up most nights, shaking, sweating, and in pain.

Newt and Ripley did too, they took turns helping the girl back to sleep, waiting up with her. The chair in Newt’s room was more natural to fall asleep in than the padded bed in his own.

He was assigned to work with the youth of the base, the ones who’d lost someone, the ones who struggled in school, and the ones who didn’t know where to go in life.

It was Hicks’ job to encourage and spread the word on the USCMC, tell the kids that the best choice for their future would be to enlist early and get covered scholarships, room and board.

But the memory of Hudson, just a few weeks until the end of his assignments, ready up with a full pension plan that would be scattered to his grieving family after his body was dragged through the floorboards.

Newt seemed interested. The more they got to know her, the more she spoke about her likes, dislikes and the future. And she liked the idea of following in Hicks’ footsteps, joining the corps and helping people where she could.

“Don’t let her.” Ripley told him one night. “Don’t you dare fucking let her.”

The haunted look in her eyes was enough to tell him everything he needed, his own wants for Newt’s future filling in the gaps easily.

He’d given everything he could for the corps, his friends had given their lives, and how many more had died for preventable causes?

How could he keep Newt from being one of those bodies?

The kids he worked with, trying halfheartedly to spread the word of the wonders of joining the USCMs got harder every day, as the lingering aches in his skin and muscles, burnt from the blood of those creatures, served as a constant reminder of all the things he’d lost.

Bishop got fixed, stationed somewhere else for recovery– or whatever the artificial equivalent was.

He called them sometimes, when they had time. Ripley took another job working in cargo, and Newt went to school.

Hicks had weekends off, and Ripley worked nights. So he stayed with Newt most times. He read books out to her, showed her the movies he thought she should see, and held her close when she needed it.

It was more than he’d thought he’d ever have. A home, a family of sorts and enough trauma to startle the most weathered of soldiers.

He was blind in one eye, but he could see fine through the other, and after a bit of adjustment, it was easy to forget what it had been like, once.

The mirror reminded him, though.

Leather-y, winding, raised and aggravated, the skin along the side of his body was ruined.

Why he wasn’t used as a cautionary tale to the youth on the base instead of a poster child, he wasn’t sure. He looked just like the corpses he’d seen across the stars, one lifeless eye like a reminder of death itself.

But no one looked at him that way, with death in their eyes. Like he was an omen or a man with one foot in the grave.

The corps, his higher-ups, the kids he worked with, Bishop, Ripley, Newt. They all looked at him like he was something more than that, like the lives he’d lost and the trauma that followed him was nothing more than a consequence of a tragedy, and not his own failing of keeping his friends alive.

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cinemagal · 1 year

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